Abandoned Agricultural Machinery, No.23

Bruach Mhor


Hay rakes,

no longer horse-hitched,

look like

lost, portable bike racks.

My favourite,

claimed by the bracken clan,

rusts beside

the Loch Na Keal coast road,


the once rowed water

to Inch Kenneth:

permanently turned to follow

off-shore white horses.

History, like a tourist,


motors by.


Bruach Mhor lives by a loch in the Hebrides. He is transitioning into a seal. His poems have most recently appeared in The Lake and the Emerald edition of Monstrous Regiment Literary Magazine. He once reviewed Val Plumwood’s Environmental Culture.
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